The Cursed Wine Party

There is something you need to know about me. I am a drama queen. I can't help it. Every time I go somewhere or plan a trip, something wacky happens. I was hired to host a wine tasting last Saturday. This event was no different.

On Friday, I went and picked up the wine. As I unloaded the wine from the trunk of my car, I reached in to grab a case and BAM, the trunk of my car came crashing down on my head. Of course, as I was moving out of the way it also landed on my left shoulder. I screamed - EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE. My head hurt bad. When I woke up the next day, I was in severe pain. My muscles were tight and my head was throbbing. But, still, despite how I felt, I had to prepare for the event. I still had to write the tasting sheets and gather up my supplies. So, off I went to run a grocery errand and while I was there I was thinking about the Barolo I would be serving. I only had a Riedel decanter and I didn't want to risk breaking it so I decided to head over to another store to get a few inexpensive glass decanters. As I arrived in the parking lot, I went over this small hill and then BOOM, BOOM! I hit a pothole. I could feel I had a flat, so I stopped the car and got out. I didn't have one flat tire. I had TWO. Both were on the driver's side. EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE, EXPLETIVE. As I stood screaming, the rain came and down poured on my throbbing head.

I went inside the store to talk to the manager. The landlord said he would pay for my new tires. AAA came with the flatbed and hauled the car over to Firestone where they changed my tires in time for me to still get everything together for the tasting and get there on time.